"I Will Find Words, Smith them Down. For Love Is Infinite And So Are They."

To Be Loved Like A Poet Loves its Poem.

She will touch you with fingers so cold you will wonder why ice wasn’t named after her yet she will set your skin ablaze. She will look at you like art piece. Analyze every crease on your face when you laugh and every grimace when something displeases you.

She will look at you like a path that keeps unfolding and she’s treading blind. Oblivious of what’s to come but woefully expectant of what’s ahead. She will explore you. She will show you what’s its like to be loved as a poet loves its poem.
And believe me, she will love you like a poem.
She’s the type to turn you into poetry.

She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.

You will tell her things and she will listen to you. And she will stare at you until you tell her how her gaze is so unnerving. But she’s only looking at you like words that are left unsaid because nobody has been courageous enough to write them down on paper yet. Because those are the words not everybody can imagine writing every day.

So she will love you like a poet but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.

People like her lose their pieces one by one until one day they find themselves empty. After all there is a reason, why poets die young.

This was a very charming read. You made it hard to choose a favorite part, but if I had to I think it would be the 3rd stanza.

” She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers. ”

Your words hypnotized me, Zee. Then I closed my eyes, and sat back to listen to the song.

“She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.”

but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.

anyway, hope you don’t consider it nitpicking, but “a poet loves its poem” doesn’t sound good to my ear. should it be “a poet loves his poem” or a poet loves her poem?” of course, i make this comment as a non-native english speaker, so i could be wrong.

GreaTest Poem i FeeL and
SenSe and yeS.. Zee.. KNow
IS A Peace oF
MiNd and
BoDy
BaLanCinG
ForcE thaT IS A soUL HeART SpiRiT
BLiSS CAlm CeNteR eYe oF A Hurricane
iN WiNdS WitH No LiMiTs oR ExpecTaTioNs
Total Peace witHin BRinGs aS BReeZE oF FiRe
PasSioNs WitHiN.. ReST HiGHeR BLoWs PEace StaRTS
WitH A DancE Ends and BeGiNs WitH A SonG oF LoVE iN Free..
stART LiVinG WiTH A NeVeR
EnDinG Story Land
Book of Life
afraid
to
make
one mistake..
NoW aLL the Chaos
iS BeaUtY aS onLY
within was is
truly the
Chaos
i made as
iNK BloT TeST
oN FiRe CoNTrOL OdE.. NoW
Thinking about my Father today..
46 Yrs in Law Enforcement exercising
James Bond Cool through every day
of my existence knowing him and never
knowing him tHeRe.. one thing i do kNoW anD FeeL
is he was/is human just out of practice iN Words of Love output..
Value
of
Poetry
iN Words
caring feeling
sensing more than ‘fore..
MoVinG MaKinG tHaT CoNNecTioN
MoRE CreaTinG WiTh LoVE mY FriEnd..
what just one poem from him could mean
but true
life
lived
in his
eYes too..
and after i faced
the breath of Death
three times i WILL to WiN the gAMe
oF Love no longer Spectator Sport
NoW i Dance and SinG..
LesSon
oF Death
three times
over and a Father
with few words for his son..
as finAlly i am NoW ‘that’ Father
with words that shine on more than
just
green
to blue eYes
liT UP to SMiLe..
God took my eyes and
ears away for 66 months to
lEarn to BRinG Words aLiVe as SMiLes..
otherwise
i would
have
likely
sTiLL
Been ‘tHat’ oTHeR Father..
that as the wife Katrina reminds
rarely spoke for almost two decades at home..
as you might imagine Zee that’s no longer ‘the’ ‘Fredache’..;)

I don’t know about a secret admirer that is physically near you, but if you keep putting up beautiful posts like this, you’ll have boat-loads of “virtual” secret admirers on line 😉 Seriously, it was beautiful.

Oh my this is wonderful! That phrase,
For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again, is chilling and I totally understand it. Brilliant.

My goodness, Zee. This was beautiful! “For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.”. Simply amazing words, my friend.